Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel Chapter 32

All of a sudden, my face turns red. It's the first time in my life that I've been so embarrassed.

People keep coming in and out of the restaurant, and they all look at me meaningfully. I wish I could disappear right now.

I turn around to leave, but bump into Harrison who has just parked the car. He looks at me in confusion. "Why don't you go in?"

I really don't want him to know the truth, so I say, "I'm not feeling well, and I don't want a steak. Let's go to another place, shall we?"

"I know a great restaurant, and you're gonna love it..."

Before I finish my words, Harrison passed me and walked to the security guard. His gaze continuously drifts towards me, making me too awkward to know what to do.

'Should I just leave or stay here?'

I don't know what Harrison said to the security guard, but he then waves his hand to me. I walk to him reluctantly and complain awkwardly, "You didn't tell me we were eating here. I didn't wear a suit."

I'm wearing a white t-shirt, jeans shorts, and sneakers. The only problem is it doesn't work in a fancy restaurant.

"We can go in now." Harrison takes my hand and walks into the restaurant.

I keep looking back, for fear that security guard would kick me out.

We're sitting by the window. The food here is expensive, but it hasn't stopped its popularity. People have been looking at me since I got here.

It must be because of my dress. As a thin-skinned person, I can't stand the constant attention.

Harrison's reading the menu. I ask in a low voice, "Why don't we go to another place? I feel like I'm a clown."

He doesn't respond to me and continues to read the menu.

"How about we eat here next time? I..." I'm full of anger. If the waiter hadn't stood by my side, I would have said it loudly.

"How would you like your steak cooked?"

I subconsciously reply, "Well-done!"

I've never actually had a steak, so I'll just have it well-done. To my surprise, Harrison laughs after I said that.

"Sorry, Madam. We only have rare, medium rare, medium and medium well. I recommend you medium well."

What else could I say at this time? I nod like crazy, trying to forget how embarrassed I am.

I wonder if Harrison took me here on purpose. Maybe he just wants to make fun of me for being raised in the barn.

Why doesn't this restaurant have well- done steak?

"He is right," Harrison suddenly says, "There's no well- done steak in a real western restaurant. Some chefs will kick out people who order it."

"Really?" I'm surprised.

"Get used to it. Every industry has its own set of rules."

I stared at him until the waiter served us.